I just sit there, and let the thoughts floodAnd I remind myself it's all right, it's all goodIt's all love, it's not thoughCuz there's a kink in the armorA pot hole I'm sinkin' in, the more I think of the dramaSo I stand up, I start to pace in my living roomSet my eye to the highway, knowin' that I'll play chicken soonThere's a vanity plate, wit my name on itThere's a Davy Crocket hat with a masonic fat cat under itA musket rifel spittin' at my feetAnd want me to dance in the middle of the streetAnd I respect my elders, so I do as I'm toldBut I've offset the bell curve when I do it with so losin' controlGuilty feet do have rhythmThey just dance to the wrong theme music to amuse the villianInstead of killin', I spare the raccoonAnd start fillin' sand bags as I stare at the moonAnd let the thoughts flood, blessed are those who are damnedWhen the levy broke, how many choked on the steps of a slow danceA staircase to a hug with no handsAccountability hung out to dry on the line of commandWe let the thoughts flood, we remind ourselves it's all right, it's all goodIt's all love, it's not thoughCuz there's a kink in the armorA pot hole I'm sinkin' in, sharing a drink with my fatherIt's a family affair, the vanity we shareThe water line is rising and we do is stand there..